Warnings: none, teasing, fluff, established relationship.
Summary: Trinity Santos prides herself on noticing the small details and lately she can't look away from the black hair tie that permanently lived on Whitaker’s wrist. During a busy shift, a sudden act in the middle of the nurse's station gives Trinity the soft moment she was looking for.
Trinity was fueled by a third cup of coffee and a newfound mission. For days, she’d been tracking a specific anomaly. It wasn’t a medical mystery: it was the thin elastic band encircling Whitaker’s left wrist.
"You know, for someone with very short haircut, you’re awfully prepared for a sudden gust of wind," she remarked, nodding toward his wrist.
Dennis looked down, blinking as if he’d forgotten the hair tie was even there. He gave it a small tug. "Oh, this? It’s just... practical."
"Practical," Trinity repeated, her voice dripping with skepticism. "I’ve seen you use it exactly zero times to tie back your own hair. Which leads me to an obvious conclusion."
Dennis raised an eyebrow, a cautious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And what’s that, Sherlock?"
"You’ve got a girlfriend," she declared, pointing a finger at him. "A girlfriend with long hair who is constantly losing her ties, and you are keeping a backup on hand at all times. It’s a classic soft boyfriend move. Admit it."
Dennis actually laughed, a genuine sound that made a few passing nurses look over. He shook his head, looking back down at the chart. "A girlfriend, huh? That’s a very specific theory."
"It’s the only answer! Otherwise, you’re secretly practicing updos in the supply closet," Trinity teased, nudging his shoulder. "Come on, Whitaker. What’s her name? Is she a doctor? A nurse? A civilian?"
He adjusted his glasses. "It’s a hair tie. Maybe I just like the way it cuts off my circulation."
"Lies! I see that blush," she crowed, though he wasn't blushing at all. "I’m going to find out. I’ll be checking the social media tags. I’ll be looking for someone in a relatable post talking about her boyfriend who always has a spare elastic."
"Good luck with the investigation," Dennis said, finally closing the chart and tucking his pen into his pocket. He started to walk away, then paused, turning back with a wink. "But for the record? It’s a very high quality elastic. Snag free."
Trinity watched him go, grinning. "I knew it!"
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Santos was mid-sentence, leaning over a stack of patient files while Robby half listened when she brought up the mystery again.
"I’m telling you, he’s holding out on us," Trinity whispered, keeping a sharp eye on the hallway. "He had this look. The man is compromised. He’s definitely seeing someone."
Robby stifled a yawn, leaning back in his chair. "He’s a grown man, Trinity. Maybe he just likes being prepared? Or maybe—"
He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening as he looked past her shoulder.
"Or maybe you should just turn around," Robby finished, a smirk spreading across his face.
Santos spun around. At the far end of the station, you were leaning against the counter, focused intently on a digital chart. Your hair was a chaotic curtain falling over your shoulders, clearly having escaped whatever clip had been holding it earlier. Whitaker appeared from the trauma bay. He didn't even slow down. It was like a choreographed dance he had performed a thousand times.
As he approached, you didn't even look up from the screen but you tilted your head back instinctively. Without breaking his stride, Dennis reached for his left wrist. He slid the black elastic off and gathered your hair into his hands.
His fingers moved smoothing the strands, gathering the weight of it, and looping the tie twice to secure a perfect ponytail. It took all of five seconds. Once the hair was back, he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.
"Emergency in Bay 1," he murmured against your skin. "See you at lunch?"
"Go," you replied softly, finally looking up with a small smile. "I'll have the charts ready."
He disappeared down the hall toward the sirens, leaving Santos standing there with her jaw practically hitting the floor. You blinked, finally noticing the two doctors staring at you from across the desk.
"Oh, hey guys," you said. "Did you need these files?"
Trinity looked at the ponytail, then at Robby, then back at you.
"The hair tie," Trinity whispered, her voice a mix of shock and triumph. "It's your hair tie! You're the girlfriend!"
Robby let out a low whistle, looking impressed. "Forget the girlfriend part, I’m more impressed he can do your hair like that. How long has that been happening?"
You felt the heat creep up your neck. "A few months now? He’s actually much better at French braids."
Trinity threw her hands up in the air, a massive, victorious smile on her face. "I knew it! I’m a fucking genius!"
a/n: some nsfw dennis whitaker headcanons because i can’t get him out of my head!!! he lives in my mind rent free now <3
18+ MDNI!
𖥔 ݁ ˖ he adores your pussy. he doesn’t care how it looks or what color it is, he loves how soft and wet she gets for him, that being said, this man is an eater!!! even as a teen he would go behind the barn and pump his cock to the thought of eating a beautiful woman’s cunt.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ he’s a biiiiig talker! loves telling you how good you feel, how good you’re making him feel and vice versa. dirty talk is his thingggg!!! “f-fuck baby you’re so fucking perfect. she’s fucking sucking me in..holy shit, there’s my good girl.” he also has quite the potty mouth when he’s feeling euphoric, he can’t help it! :(
𖥔 ݁ ˖ dennis is a spit whore. he lovesssss it messy. especially when you’re making out as he’s fucking your brains out. it makes him so fucking horny and it has the same effect on you.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ i know a lot of people won’t agree with this, but in my professional opinion, dennis is a big dick boy! he’s a country boy, so in my mind, that man is hung. probably 7 inches when he’s soft and 8 when he’s hard. and he has a cute blonde curly bush at the base, circumcised, his cock is a pretty pink color and his tip is a very pale red. <3
𖥔 ݁ ˖ he’s a closeted freak/pervert. like i said, he grew up on a farm, he didn’t have pornhub but he did have his older brothers and fathers playboy magazines! because of the lack of pornography, it made him very imaginative.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ he’s a moaner and a whimperer for sure, like no doubt about it. especially when he’s close! he’ll keep pounding into you harder ‘n faster and moan in your ear as his hot, sticky load pumps inside of you.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ one of his favorite things to do is sit you on his face while he pumps his painfully hard and aching cock, his tip practically dripping with pre-cum. he’ll fuck his tongue in your hole as his nose catches on your clit perfectly. <3
𖥔 ݁ ˖ once you two are in a serious relationship and boundaries have been set, you let him use you in your sleep and he fucking adores it. he’ll wake up for his shift at 6:00 and the first thing he does is eat your cunt. there’s something about eating you out when you’re sleeping that drives him insane. you’re so soft, so sweet, so pliant in his hands. and then when you wake up he’ll fuck you while you’re on your side, his hands coming down to play with your cute nipples.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ i am a soft dom!dennis truther idc!! he loves to put you in your place every once in a while (only when you deserve it of course) he has some muscle, so he loves to throw you around and spank you when you’re being bratty. he only gives in because your pussy is weeping for him. she’s so well trained!
A/N: Just a quick blurb of Eddie-isms that I think would be canon if he was your boyfriend
Boyfriend!Eddie who is a complete MUNCH. I’m sorry but I just KNOW this man lives to please you sexually. He probably believes that it’s his sole purpose on earth to be buried between your thighs with his tongue in your folds.
“Eds, s-stop. S’too sensitive.”
You try to wiggle away from his iron grasp on your thighs, begging for him to release you. He has been going to town on your pussy for a minimum of twenty minutes and you were post-orgasm and already ramping up towards another.
“Nuh-uh, Sweetheart. You’re gonna give me one more. Think you can do that? Be a good girl for me and let me wreck you one more time? Please?”
Boyfriend!Eddie who is a guitarist. Meaning, that his fingers are fast and limber. Reaching all of the right places within your walls that had you seeing stars.
“Holy fuck, Eddie! Oh my god!”
“Yeah, baby? Right there? That the spot?”
Boyfriend!Eddie who carries condoms everywhere. His wallet, the glove compartment of his van, his nightstand in his bedroom. He stayed stocked up. Ready to go whenever and wherever.
“Fuck, baby. Wanna fuck you. Need to be inside you.”
“Shit. I forgot to put condoms in my purse.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ve got it.
He reaches in-between the front seats of his van, popping open the glove compartment as his hands expertly find what he’s looking for. A brand new box of condoms. Just waiting to be opened. He rips open the packaging like a mad man, taking out one of the condoms before ripping the foil open with his teeth- spitting the torn strip out of his mouth.
“Wanna roll it on me, sweetheart?”
Boyfriend!Eddie who didn’t see your vibrator as competition. He saw it as an ally and a teammate in the bedroom. He loved looking at you as he was fucking you into oblivion- just for him to jack up the speed on your trusty massaging wand to the setting that he knew would have you screaming in no time. He loved riding the after wave of your orgasm, feeling the vibrations of the sex toy pulsing against your cunt as he continues burying himself in you.
“Fuck yes! Atta girl! Such a good girl for me! Taking it like a fucking champ, sweetheart! Just hold it right there, okay? I’m so fucking close, baby…”
Boyfriend!Eddie who smacks your ass with his large hands as he fucks you from behind- loving the way that it jiggles.
“Mmm fuck, babe.”
*smack*
“Such a pretty little ass. You like it when I spank you? Fuck yeah, you do….what?….you want more?”
*smack*
“Like that?”
*smack*
“Such a dirty, dirty girl for me.”
The sting was especially bad when he wore his rings but you don’t dare ask him to take them off- loving the sharp, sudden pain that brought you closer to your orgasm.
Boyfriend!Eddie who runs his mouth during sex. Doesn’t shut up. He has to be vocal. He has to tell you how great you feel. He absolutely has to tell you how grateful he is to be able to fuck you.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect. You feel so good. Fuck. Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you.”
“Eds, you’re my boyfriend…”
“So?”
Boyfriend!Eddie who steals your panties. What does he do with them? God only knows but he collects them like they’re stamps or trading cards. He loves the lacy ones because they look the cutest but they aren’t necessarily the best for him to jack off with. His favorite are the silky ones. Smoother on his shaft as he works himself with them.
Boyfriend!Eddie who looooves fucking you in his van. Most of your sex is van sex. He keeps spare blankets in the back for “comfort.”
Boyfriend!Eddie who goes red in the face when you slip him dirty notes when he sits behind you in class. He eventually gets so worked up that he has to ask Ms. O’Donnell for a hall pass to tuck himself into his pants more “inconspicuously.” He doesn’t dare jack off in the boys restroom. He wants to save all his cum for you.
Boyfriend!Eddie who eats you out in the drama room on the same table where he hosts Hellfire Club. Just a little something to hold you over until the session is over and he can bend you over in the back of his van and give you the real thing.
“Fuck, Eddie!” You gasp.
“Mmm fuck, angel. You taste so so good. Dripping all over the table. My boys sit here, princess. What do you think they’d say if they knew you were wet for me like this, hm?” Eddie tsks, his big doe eyes alight with lust.
“P-please, Eds. Don’t say anything.” You beg.
“Oh, sweetheart, I won’t tell. Promise. As long as you cum hard for me, yeah? Fair trade?”
Boyfriend!Eddie who fucks you like a groupie in the men’s restroom at The Hideout before a gig. Bending you over the sink and making you watch yourself in the mirror as he rails you.
“Look at that. Look how pretty you look, sweetheart. Taking me so fucking deep. Good girl.”
“Yes, Eddie!”
“Letting me give it to you nice and good before I go up there and play. Such a good little groupie. Might just marry you so I can do this every night.”
Boyfriend!Eddie who collects nude Polaroids of you in a shoebox on the top shelf of his closet. The lid of the box is so well-worn from how often he accessed his secret stash that it was practically falling apart. Eddie’s Polaroids have a fairly short life-span considering how…sticky…they become over time. But Eddie doesn’t worry about it- knowing that that was always more where they came from.
Boyfriend!Eddie who is a soft!dom with you on most occasions but isn’t above switching things up and letting you take control. Letting you take him in your mouth and edge him for what seemed like hours. Sucking his dick within an inch of his life, about to hit his high right before you pull off of him.
“Fuck, baby! No, no, no, no! I was so close! Please, sweetheart!”
“Please, what? What do you want, baby?”
“Fuck, let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours. Please? I’ll be good. So good.”
Boyfriend!Eddie who loves to fuck but also loves to make love to you just as much. Loves to pepper the length of your entire body with soft kisses.
“So perfect….every fucking part of you. God, I love you. Fuck, I fucking love you, sweetheart. So much.”
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I hope you all enjoyed this. Thought I’d write a little blurb to hold you all over before the next part of One-Hit Wonder 💜
My personal Troy Truth is that while Shane and Troy never really become friends they do settle into a sort of frenemies relationship with Shane is serving full Regina George. Troy accepts that Shane is never going to truly forgive him which sucks but also gives him license to be his worst self around Shane. This irritates Shane but he can also use it and ultimately ends up deploying Troy as a kind of thermonuclear weapon on the ice. for instance someone on the Voyageurs is getting a little uppity so Shane just releases Troy on them and Troy barks like a dog
Ilya and Harris are disturbed but kind of turned on by this dynamic
pierce - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - slightly NSFW - word count: 566 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
“Send it, Shane,” Rose muttered gleefully in Shane’s ear, acting more like the proverbial devil on his shoulder than she’d ever acted before. “He’s going to go crazy, it’ll be perfect.”
“But I don’t want to, like, get him all…worked up, or something,” Shane muttered nervously, staring down at his phone screen.
“That’s the point!” she said with a good-natured sigh. “C’mon! He always calls you boring, don’t let him get away with it!”
Still not completely convinced, Shane decided to succumb to the peer pressure, tapping the ‘send’ button on his phone.
The edited picture he and Rose had created was sent to Ilya with a whooshing noise.
It was a simple shot–a close-up on Shane’s chest, framing his sculpted abs and defined pecs. But this image was doctored by some software Rose had to make it look like Shane’s nipples were both pierced.
They hardly had to wait half a second before his phone rang, the caller ID boasting ‘Lily <3.”
Shane licked his lips. “Do I–?”
“Answer it, yes!”
Picking up the call quickly, Shane was barely able to murmur ‘Hello?’ before Ilya spoke.
“Hollander. Holy fucking shit, milyy, kotik, sweetheart, you are going to kill me,” Ilya rasped in a desperate voice, the noise in the background suggesting he was not alone.
“Are–did you call me while you’re in public?” Shane hissed, trying to decide if he was annoyed or amused at his boyfriend’s response.
“Is fine. Everyone is drunk, nobody is listening. Nobody is looking, either, so quick, facetime, let me see them now,” Ilya demanded, his voice a begging whine.
“Ilya, I’m not–”
“When will they heal? When can I touch? When can I put my mouth on them? Fuck, Shane, you are the hottest man I have ever met, I am going to die right here in shitty club thinking about this, it is not fair,” Ilya blabbered, sounding truly feral.
Rose, who was listening in, giggled wildly, giving Shane a thumbs up.
Shane, however, felt a bit guilty, and decided things had gone far enough. “Ilya…shit, it was a joke. Like April Fools? I’m sorry, I–”
A litany of swears–both in Russian and English–sounded on the other end of the phone. “Ah. I should have known. But I did not think you were capable of April Fool’s prank,” Ilya grumbled, sounding like a scolded child. “Fuck. Too boring, normally, yes?”
“Rose helped me think of it,” he admitted, smiling a little. “Sorry, it was a dick move.”
But Ilya was stuck on something else. “Rose Landry?”
“Uh…yeah?”
The sound of Ilya swallowing made Shane a bit nervous. “Hm.”
“Ilya, I told you, you don’t have to worry about her,” Shane reminded him, throwing Rose an apologetic glance.
“No, no. I am…thinking of something else.” The volume of his voice changed, as if he was speaking to someone else. “Hey, Marly! There is a piercing place near here, yes?” Ilya paused. “We are going now!” His voice got louder again. “Goodbye, Hollander.”
Shane felt his eyes widen. “Wait, what are you–?”
“I am off to get dick pierced. I heard it can feel very good for liar assholes who forget who they belong to. Tell Rose Landry I say hello!”
It was only after Ilya hung up that Shane turned to Rose, dumbfounded. “I…can’t tell if he’s joking,” he murmured.
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It was when Ilya moved to begin cooking dinner that Svetlana finally decided to strike. "I have something for you," she said casually, turning to a still-very-tense Shane.
Shane, who was sitting nervously on the couch, furrowed his eyebrows awkwardly. "Um...for me?"
Their first meeting had been going...okay. Shane had been, admittedly, a bit terrified to meet the woman that Ilya had been sleeping with on-and-off for nearly a decade, and he'd been fighting with both his nerves and his jealous streak all evening. Svetlana was not only gorgeous, but she was confident, smooth, funny, and a girl...why wouldn't Ilya want her over him?
So yes, he'd been in his head a lot, even quieter than usual and definitely unintentionally standoffish. But Svetlana didn't seem to care much as she moved to sit right next to him, their thighs touching. "Well, I think it is important," she said simply, taking out her phone, "to show you this."
For one insane moment, Shane's brain went to: 'Oh my god, she's going to show me a sex tape of the two of them.' But he quickly calmed himself, trying to remember that there was no reason, other than cruelty, that she would do that. And Ilya wasn't friends with downright cruel people. So he chanced a glance at the screen.
Immediately, he spat out a shocked bark of laughter. "Holy-holy shit! Is that Ilya?"
Svetlana grinned. "Yes, the one and only. I think it is my job, to show you these pictures, yes? He told me that your family did this to you, when he visited recently, and since his parents are...Well, I have to make sure he does not get away unscathed."
The picture was absolutely hilarious. A snapshot of an old photo, it showed an Ilya at about eight or nine with a truly appallingly short haircut. This Ilya had none of the confident swagger of Ilya-in-his-twenties. Instead, this Ilya was perched on the back of a horse, tears in his eyes, looking absolutely terrified.
From the ground, a small Svetlana pointed and laughed.
"This is fucking amazing," Shane beamed at her, chuckling. "Will you send it to me? I'm going to get it framed someday."
Smirking mischievously, Svetlana quickly made a group chat of the three of them, sending the picture to both Shane and Ilya.
After a ding! the sounds in the kitchen went silent.
flowers - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - NSFW - word count: 434 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3 - credit to ao3 user sandid for this idea!
Shane sat on his couch, drumming his fingers on his thigh, staring at the open box on his coffee table, trying to decide what the fuck to do about his ridiculous boyfriend. Blinking rapidly, scrubbing his hand over his face, he stayed there for several minutes, just trying to process.
Then, he picked up his phone.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, solnyshko!” Ilya said breezily, answering on the first ring.
“Rozanov, what the fuck did you send me?” Shane shot back, voice tense.
Ilya’s smooth chuckle sent sparks up Shane’s spine. “What, you want flowers, too? I can get.”
“No, I–that’s not what I’m saying! What the fuck is this?” Shane stammered, feeling himself blush.
“Is chocolate, Shane. You have never had?” Ilya replied sarcastically.
Looking down at the flat, square box, Shane pressed a hand to his forehead. “No, you asshole, I’ve had chocolate before, but not shaped like–shaped like–”
Now there was a clear grin in Ilya’s voice. “Shaped like what, sweetheart?”
“Why are these chocolates shaped like assholes, Ilya?” he hissed, blushing more.
“Ah,” Ilya laughed, “yes, is romantic, hm?”
“Romantic? Where the fuck did you get these? Are they, like…” he gulped, trying to decide how he would feel about Ilya’s answer, especially if it was a ‘yes.’ “Are they modelled after your…?”
A shout of laughter could be heard from the other end of the phone. “No, Shane. I bought mold from Etsy, melted chocolates and sent them to you myself. See? Very romantic.”
“Not the word I would use…” Shane muttered, though a traitorous smile was making its way onto his face.
“But they made you smile,” Ilya said knowingly. “New way to call you ‘asshole.’”
He sighed, furious that his boyfriend knew him so well. “Fine. Yes. Definitely more creative than flowers.”
“That reminds me, thank you for lilies, solnyshko. Was very thoughtful.”
But now it was Shane’s turn to smirk. “That’s not your only gift,” he said slowly.
“No?”
Removing the phone from his ear, he swiped through his camera roll until he found the photo Rose had talked him through taking a few days ago–an admittedly artsy shot of his naked body, his face cut off by the edge of the frame, a bouquet of the same white lilies covering the exact spot he knew Ilya would want to see the most. Grinning, he sent the shot to ‘Lily.’
The groan over the phone was loud enough for Shane to hear before he even pressed the speaker back to his ear. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Ilya,” he said, biting back his proud smile.
Love thinking about an AU where the relationship reveal with Yuna and David happens because something overwhelms Shane into a panic attack/breakdown, maybe they're at some NHL show or event, maybe it's just been a really long fucking day, maybe suddenly Shane feels just completely overwhelmed by the lights and the noise and all the fucking people wanting to shake his hand or slap his back or tell him how much they like his fucking play.
Yuna notices something is wrong because of course she does and together with David they herd Shane into some private empty side room hoping it will help him calm down. But it doesn't. He wont stop shaking and his breathing is too fast and he flinches at their voices even tho nobody is speaking loudly. Won't let Yuna come close to hug him or rub his arm.
Maybe Yuna is starting to panic a little herself, her heart aching as she watches Shane wrap his own arms around himself, hates that she cant do anything when her son is so clearly in distress, hates that she can't seem to think of anything that will work-
When suddenly the door bangs open and Ilya Fucking Rozanov??? strides into the room with quick steps, makes a beeline directly for her son, eyes locked on him like he doesnt even register her and David in the room as well and Yuna opens her mouth to cuss him out, tell him to fuck off and not bother Shane right now, she can feel her body moving already to stand in front of Shane protectively when David grabs her arm because-
Because Rozanov is pulling Shane into his arms, one hand on the back of Shane's neck, guiding his head to press into the crook of Rozanov's neck and Shane isn't fighting it, doesn't flinch from his touch. He goes where Rozanov arranges him and let's himself be held and rocked back and forth gently as Rozanov presses his mouth to Shane's ear and starts whispering something so quietly that Yuna can't really make out the words but what she can see is Shane's shaking subsiding, hands fisting tightly into Rozanov's shirt, his breathing going slowly back to normal because - oh. oh - her son is syncing his breaths with Rozanov who, Yuna realises, is taking very exaggerated deep slow breaths of his own so Shane can match them. And then Rozanov turns slightly while still rocking them both back and forth and Yuna sees Shane's face where it's smushed into Rozanov's neck. Sees the look there.
And that's how Yuna realises her son is in love and the man - his years-long rival - he loves must have left in the middle of his award-winning show to come here and pull her son out of a panic attack like there was no place he'd rather be than right here with Yuna's overwhelmed panicked boy in his arms, soothing him until Shane's body relaxes completely into that hold, mumbling that he's fine yet not pulling away and Rozanov makes no move to let go either.
Oh, Yuna thinks again, gripping David's hand tightly. It's not just Shane. My baby is in love. And he's loved back.
Summary: Your first date with Ryland was a disaster. At least he thinks so. And he believes that he absolutely must make up for it at the end of the night. After all, he desperately wants a second date so… he apologises for being such a chaotic date in the only way he knows how. And hopes that it works.
a/n: blond man with the fluffy hair and nerdy glasses so fine he got me out of ‘retirement’
The date went horribly.
According to him at least.
You hadn’t made up an excuse, or had a fake emergency phone call at any point that got you out of dinner. But Ryland knew he’d fucked it up tonight. He was genuinely surprised that you stayed till the end. It was a simple date, nothing too fancy. And yet he believed he had ruined your night by yapping your ears off. He talked about everything and nothing all at once. His kids at school, his classes, his new research, all of it and more.
He was a little embarrassed now upon realising that he’d been talking so much the whole night, rarely ever stopping. And he was so certain you’d never want to talk or even text him again. But then you asked him if he wanted to walk you home.
Ryland agreed a little too quickly. Then he felt embarrassed again. But you just laughed at his awkward little mumbles as he tried to play it cool.
The whole walk he promised himself he’d finally ask you questions and let you do the talking. But he ended up going off on yet another random tangent about why physical laws even exist at all. In his defense, your follow-up questions were so engaging that he felt like he could keep this conversation going forever.
Before Ryland knew it, you were both standing on the steps leading to your front porch. With the soft golden light like a halo all around you, Ryland knew in that moment that you were the most stunning woman he had ever and will ever meet. And he felt even worse about the evening.
He couldn’t keep it in anymore. So he rambled on.
“I’m sorry,” He said, followed quickly by, “I know I’ve been a– a mess. I am a mess.” He repeated and carried on talking. “I really wanted tonight to go well and I ruined everything by talking so much. About school, about my research, about my students and work and– and I didn’t even ask you anything about yourself, or where you are from. I barely even let you speak. Or tell me anything about yourself. On top of that I’m wearing this stupid shirt. That’s not even the worst part. I didn’t let you speak. Can you believe that? I went on a date with the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met and I didn’t even ask her where she was born. All I know is that you moved here, but I mean–,”
You cut him off by gently grabbing him by the collars of his blazer and pulling him in for a kiss. He wasn’t expecting it so Ryland was stunned for a second or two. Then he finally kissed you back, his arms instinctively finding themselves around your waist, pulling you into his warm chest.
Fuck, he thought to himself, it felt nice to have his arms around you.
When you pulled away, Ryland was still a little stunned. All he did was blink at you with his clear blue ocean eyes. He quickly reached up and adjusted his glasses which slid down his nose. But he said nothing. He just stared down at you.
You kept your hands around his shoulders, looking down quickly and noticed that some type of nerdy t-shirt peeked through the blazer. It only made him even more attractive. What a nerd, you thought, sighing with adoration.
“Listen here, Dr. Grace.” You teased him playfully, “I wouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with you if I didn’t like a passionate, awkward, kind of nerdy, incredibly handsome, and talkative man. Okay?” You smiled up at him.
“Okay?” He sounded just a little confused. Poor thing.
You leaned in and gave him yet another sweet kiss on the cheek. His rough stubble tickling your mouth as you did. Ryland spoke then, yet again apologising, “I’m sorry. I know that was a terrible first date. But I would really like a second one. Please, I’ll be better. I promise.” He said, giving you those sad puppy eyes. The depths of which one could write endless poems about.
“You wanna come in for a bit?” You suggested. “And maybe we can talk about that second date?” You spoke, your hands deliberately trailing down his body. From his shoulders to his chest. He was nice and tall, the right amount of lean and muscular. Lots and lots of terrain to explore.
Ryland was quiet, apparently captivated by the way your hands delicately roamed down his chest. His breathing deepened. His brain was short circuiting. All he could do was silently follow your hands and fingers as they drew random shapes all over his chest. He was certain you’d be able to feel his heart thundering inside his chest by now.
“Ryland?”
“Yeah. Yes? I’m listening.” He said, then cleared his throat. He hadn’t been listening.
Fuck he was so adorable when nervous.
“Do you plan on lingering out on my front porch, or will you please come inside so I can kiss you like I’ve been dying to all night?”
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Stumbling into bed with Ryland crashing into you as you fell made you feel like you were floating. Like you were on a cloud and everything was perfect. Ryland was almost as giddy as you were. His touch was gentle, and a little hesitant. He waited for a greenlight from you each time his touch and kisses got more and more heated. He’d do that thing where he’d reach for you, but then look at you over his glasses to see if it was okay, then he’d proceed enthusiastically.
It made you all warm and fuzzy inside each time he did that.
Contrary to what Ryland thought, you would say you had a great night. Nice food with a gorgeous, intelligent man who was gentle and kind and cared about his job and the environment. Who also happened to be a passionate speaker, and who spent the whole night entertaining you with his silly stories and elaborate scientific theories and more. What bliss!
“We can slow down,” Ryland said, in between steamy kisses, “If you want.” Another quick kiss. “We can watch a movie, or–,” He cut himself off by kissing you harder, pulling you closer. “We don’t have to, I mean I want to, but it’s not like I’m expecting you to–,”
“Ryland. Shut up and kiss me.”
“Okay.”
When you finally got him out of his blazer, you had to take a moment and giggle over his dorky t-shirt. One with a giant cat sitting on the Golden Gate Bridge. He looked down and let out a dramatic sigh.
“Please tell me you have another one of these.” You said, already working to get him out of the t-shirt.
“I… I do.” He sounded defeated as he tossed his shirt over his head, messing up his glasses.
“Good,” You fixed his glasses for him before you climbed onto his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed. Looking glorious, even more so than before now that he was shirtless, just in his jeans. “Because you’re leaving this one right here. For me.” You laughed when he tried to hide his face into the crook of your neck.
“You can keep it.” His voice sounded all muffled as he spoke into your neck. Then he pulled away and looked up, his rough cheek tickling your skin in the process again. “As long as I get to take you out on another date.”
When you smiled and nodded at him, before leaning in and kissing him deeply, Ryland felt like the world around him had gotten a little brighter.
And he kissed you back with equal excitement, flipping you around and laying you down in bed as he hovered above you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“It is a ‘yes’, Dr. Grace.” You confirmed, reaching to touch his face.
Ryland smiled and said, “Well then I better make up for tonight’s disaster.” He leaned down and kissed your neck. “I’m sorry again, I keep rambling anytime I have the chance.” He kissed further down your neck as he spoke. “Shut me up next time. Tell me to shut up. Please.”
You giggled as he kissed and carefully bit your skin along your collarbones, making you arch your back, pressing your body further into him. “I will.” You spoke, then gasped in pleasure and surprise when you felt Ryland’s warm hands on your inner thighs.
He pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, “Are you okay, baby? Is this okay?” He asked in a hushed tone, keeping his hands right where they were on your skin.
“Yes.” You whispered, then gasped again when he dove back in to kiss your neck while his hands caressed your thighs, massaging them gently. Almost lovingly. His touch was so slow in fact that you were getting more and more desperate the longer he took to touch you where you craved him the most. “Ryland?” You couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t even gotten you out of your dress yet. Meanwhile he was shirtless, all that body on display and torturing you.
“Hmm?” He looked up at you. Mouth mere inches off your skin.
You almost groaned at how he genuinely seemed to have no idea how badly you wanted him. “Please stop teasing me.” You began lowering the shoulder straps of your dress all by yourself. You needed him. Now.
But Ryland stopped you by carefully seizing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He did it so smoothly too. “Now, when did I say you could do that?” He whispered against your open mouth. “Hmm? Did I ask you to do that?”
You shook your head, looking up into his gorgeous eyes and wondering where that dominant tone came from. You weren’t complaining. Quite the contrary. “No. You didn’t.”
He nodded slowly. “That’s right. I said I was gonna make it up to you, didn’t I? Well, I am. So let me take my time. Okay, baby? I know you want it. I can feel it. You think I can’t tell how wet you are by the way you’re drenching my hand.” For emphasis, he pressed his fingers in between your legs, pressing against your very wet, very thin underwear. “Hmm? You think I can’t tell?”
“Ryland, please…” You whimpered when you realised he was purposely messing with you. And who knows for how long he intended to do that.
“Oh poor you.” He teased, leaning closer until your warm breaths mingled. “I’m gonna take care of you, don’t you worry. Just let me take my time. I’ve got you. I know what you want, and I’m gonna give it to you. Just… let me. Can you do that for me, baby?” He kissed the corner of your mouth, making you whimper again, “Can you let me take my time with you?”
“Fuck…” You mumbled. “Yes. Yes, please. Just… I need you to touch me, Ryland. Please.” You begged.
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
He took his time in sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders, dragging the soft fabric down your body, leaving you more and more naked and exposed under him.
“So beautiful.” He mumbled to himself as his kisses followed the fabric of the dress lowering down your torso.
You shivered once he left your dress bunched around your waist carelessly, not fully undressing you. It wasn’t just because of the slightly cold air that you shivered. It was because of how intensely Ryland was staring at you. His glasses had slid down that perfect nose yet again, he didn’t adjust it this time. And somehow it made him look even hotter.
Fuck. Being so attracted to a man’s glasses’ placement has to be a more worrying issue. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was needing his hands on you.
By the time Ryland finally got to actually touching you, you were a whimpering, panting, needy mess. Just writhing under him. Your brain all foggy. Your body aching with desire.
But he was such a fucking tease it was driving you insane.
He kissed down your exposed torso, your hips, your thighs, whispering, “Look at you, huh? So needy.” He kissed right above your clit, his warm breath making your body come alive. “Is this what you want? You want me to make you feel good? Huh, baby? Talk to me, come on. Use your words.”
You weren’t sure if you’d sound coherent if you spoke but you tried your best. “Yes, please. Ryland… make it feel good.”
“I will.” He whispered, as his hands spread your legs and you felt his mouth right on top of you. Hungry. Seeking. Wanting. His warm tongue licked along your slit, his hands spreading your thighs even further apart to give him better access.
It was rare to find a man who knew what he was doing down there. Especially with his mouth. But Ryland surprised you yet again with that skilled tongue of his. Your hand moved lazily, fingers sliding easily into his luscious, silky soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
You felt like your body was melting under his touch. His hands rubbing your thighs adoringly while his mouth drove you insane. He was good at making you cry out in pleasure. His tongue, skilled and soft against your wet folds. His lips with the right amount of suction on your clit.
You held yourself up for a moment, your elbows digging into your mattress as you looked down at him. All that golden skin, that faint layer of sweat all over him… he looked divine.
Then there were those eyes…
Even through his glasses you could see the spark in them. You saw how they lit up each time you let out a higher pitch moan, or each time your fingers tugged on his hair, scratching his scalp so good he even let out a moan himself while he ate you out.
“Fuck. Ryland.” You cried out, writhing under him as he pushed his tongue deeper into you. Teasing you with the softest, deliberate licks. You couldn’t look away then. His stare was intense, giving you chills despite the heat inside you rising like never before.
He smirked then. The sound of his name leaving your mouth so desperately gave him such a rush. It drove him crazy. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He whispered, his rough stubble brushing against your skin, rough against your inner thighs. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds. “What about this? You like this? You sound like you do.” He paused for a second, slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit for a taste and said, “You sure taste like you do.” His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, then down, parting your wet folds with ease.
Ryland had you coming undone all over his tongue in no time. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your clit and finger-fucked your ever so gently.
With his arms keeping you pinned to the mattress and unable to escape, he was so quick to figure out what worked and what didn’t. What made you squeeze his head in between your thighs and what made your back arch. What made you tug on his hair harder because he loved that and what made you breathless.
“Come for me.” He whispered, before latching his mouth onto your pussy. Devouring you. His tongue moved in a way that made you lose control.
You were gasping for air, moaning his name, wanting more, and more, and more… You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room.
Ryland finally let go of your shaky legs and kissed his way up your body, hovering above you again. He stared deep into your eyes. You couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried, look away from his pink, glistening lips. His hair was definitely messier now that you’d been so rough with it. You slid your hands back into his hair, massaging his scalp a little.
Ryland closed his eyes for a moment, savouring your touch. Then opened his eyes again and asked, “Are you okay?”
You nodded, looking up at him. “I liked that.” You murmured, giddy with pleasure.
Ryland smiled down at you. “I know you did. Pretty sure I have scratches all over my neck. Gonna have to wear some turtlenecks to work for a day or two.”
You both laughed.
Then you asked, “Can I touch you now?” Your hands were already reaching down for his belt. He nodded, but you were already undoing his buckle as you pushed Ryland down on the bed next to you and got on top of him, straddling his lap. The rough denim brushing against your bare thighs.
Ryland reached out to touch your face, caressing your cheek tenderly. “You can do whatever you want.”
So you did. In no time you were in between his legs, ass up in the air, with his cock in your mouth.
Ryland had that pleading look on his face, groaning as you took him into your mouth as much as you could. “Fuck, look at you.” He whispered, still caressing your face lovingly as your tongue teased him in the best ways. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I like how you look at me.”
He held your head gently, in that same adoring manner you were starting to get used to, and watched you intently with parted pink lips, gasping in pleasure, as you took him. “There we go.” He said, “You’re so good at this, aren’t you?” His voice was so gentle. “You’ve been wanting to do that for a while, huh?”
You held his stare and nodded.
Ryland was so gentle with you. Even as his gasps and moans got louder and louder.
“Fuck.” He swore. “You want more, baby?” He lifted his hips up slowly, he held your head gently and pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “Yeah? Is that what you wanted?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing through your nose, taking him in until he hit the back of your throat. You felt all of him, his smooth skin, his raw taste, and you couldn’t get enough. Your fingers clawed at his thighs through his jeans as he groaned and grunted, filling your mouth.
“Oh fuck.” He swore again. “God damn it, baby, slow down.” His voice cracked as he grunted while also moving his hips, shoving his cock deeper into your mouth and helping you swallow more and more of him. His head tilted back, his lips parted as he gasped for air while you moved your mouth up and down his cock. And he looked glorious while he lost control. Those damn glasses almost falling off his face.
You teased him as much as you could, but he soon began begging for you to stop.
“Come on,” He pleaded. “I can’t come yet, baby please.”
Followed by more pleas.
“Please, I really wanna fuck you.”
“Oh my god, please slow down.”
“Please don’t make me come yet.”
“Slow down, baby.”
All said in a desperate hiss.
You weren’t ready for the whimpers that followed his pleas. And you almost gave in and made him come because his moans and whimpers were so damn hot, but then you slowed to a stop. Pulling away and straddling him again.
Ryland did his best to catch his breath before flipping you two around, pinning you into the mattress again. Yet he was still panting as he looked down at you, his warm breath mingling with yours. “Had your fun?” He asked, using that playful, stern tone from earlier again.
He sounded so different from the man who was whimpering just a minute earlier.
You nodded, giggling, and clearly still riding that high from earlier. “You’re so hot when you beg.”
Ryland let out a little laugh as he leaned in to kiss your nose. Then the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw, and down your neck. “Can I make you feel good again now? Hmm? Can I please fuck you, baby?”
You whined before answering, your back arching already. “Yes, Ryland.”
“Well spread your legs then,” He made you laugh again with his sudden, straightforward demand.
But you obeyed quickly. Ryland cradled your head in his hands, holding you so tenderly as if he thought you were fragile.
“I’ve got you.” He said, as he held your stare, slowly sliding inside of you, both of you moaning softly as he went.
“Ryland…” You hissed in pleasure, unable to look away from his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He whispered, nothing but desire and love in his eyes. He leaned in again, whispering against the corner of your open mouth, “Where have you been all my life, huh?”
You felt his cock stretching you, filling you up. Every thick inch of him sliding into your tight cunt. “Oh fuck, Ryland…” You gasped.
“I know, baby. I know.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. He held you close as he moved his hips.
“You… you feel so good.” You could feel your eyes tearing up at how snug he felt inside you.
“I know.” He almost whimpered again.
He pulled away to watch you. Ryland held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He looked down to where your bodies connected, he watched his cock slowly moving in and out of you then leaned down to give you a messy kiss, swallowing your desperate moans in the process.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in.” He whispered.
You couldn’t help your loud moans as he moved his hips expertly. You thanked whoever or whatever taught him how to do that. You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you.
You felt all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you until he was all you could focus on. His eyes remained fixed on yours. Ocean blue, now familiar.
“You feel so good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, his hand instinctively wrapping around your throat as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. “So perfect for me. My pretty girl.”
His voice was driving you insane. You moaned at how perfect his lean body felt against yours, his weight pressing down on you. His slight stubble tickled your skin as he moved. And you slid your fingers into his hair, tugging on it even more now that you knew he liked it. He probably liked it a little too much since he wouldn’t stop letting out discreet whimpers each time you gave his hair a slightly hard pull.
Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts, relentless and unbearably good. The pressure around your lower body, tight and hot.
Ryland looked down at you as you tightened around his cock. “Hey,” He spoke softly, his thumb toying with your lower lip. “Look at me.” When you did, he whispered, “Just hold on, okay? Don’t come yet. Just a little longer, baby.”
You nodded, eyes half closed, but unsure if you could. He felt so fucking good and you were right on the edge… right on that fucking edge…
He must have noticed your eyes rolling back because he spoke again.
“Come on, baby.” He pleaded again, pressing his warm forehead against yours. “I know, I know.” He reassured you. “But just hold it for me, okay? Just a minute longer, baby. I know you can do it.” He murmured. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The tenderness and care in his voice only made you clench around him again.
“Oh look at you. You can’t even hold it a little longer.” He gave you a lazy, cocky smile, “Are you gonna come for me now?” His hand squeezed your throat just a little, making you moan even louder. He gave you a messy kiss. “Come all over my cock then, come on.”
You whimpered, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his hand let go of your throat and his eager fingers found your clit, toying with it while he pounded into you mercilessly.
“That’s it.” He cooed when your moans got louder. “You’re doing so well for me, look at you. Now come, come all over me,” He whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock, tightening around him.
Ryland kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. You felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Fuck.” He hissed again, then groaned as he quickly pulled out just in time and came all over your thighs.
You whined and whimpered as you felt his cum drip down your thighs.
“Fuck…” You whined as you caught your breath.
“Come here,” He whispered as pulled out and he laid down beside you, pulling you into his damp, but warm chest for a cuddle. You curled up against him in no time.
He panted, still catching his breath. “I think you deserve the t-shirt.”
You chuckled, still lust-drunk. “I think you deserve a second date.”
ꫂ᭪ summary. every time you come back home from a date your roommate is always there for you to talk about it. But half of the time you never do, cuz he always ends up between your legs.
“I’d really like to go on date with you again,” the guy — your recent date; from the other line chirped.
You bit down on your lip, trying to hold back a moan from leaving your mouth. “Answer him,” dennis whispers as he lifts his head up from between your legs and looks at you — batting his eyes at you.
“Shut up.” You mouth at dennis before returning back to the conversation on your phone, he huffs out a scoff and goes back into his position.
Dennis runs his two fingers over your slick folds while his dick twitches in his boxers. You were soaking wet and your cunt was clenching around nothing.
a quiet moan falls from his lips just from the sight in front of him. His rough, worked out hands gripped onto your thighs and pulled you forward.
you flick your eyes down at him and watch as he latches his mouth onto your sensitive bud; sucking harshly. A sudden squeak escapes your mouth, followed by a strangled moan.
“Babe, You okay?”
Dennis visibly cringes at the pet name your unofficial boyfriend calls you. Your hips buck up into dennis face while his hands presses down on your lower abdomen.
“fuck… mm, yeah-yeah, I’m more than okay..” your voice comes out shaky. Your nails scratch into dennis scalp as you grab a fistful of his hair and grind your cunt into his face.
Dennis moans into your cunt which sends shivers up your spine. Your head tilts back; your breathing quicken and your thighs twitching around dennis head.
“You- you know Derek- you’re very sweet but-” you pause and clamp your hand over your mouth to muffle out a moan that escapes your throat, “but what, babe?”
Dennis unlatches his mouth from your bud and sits upward, reaching his hand over and snatching your phone out of your hand. “Dennis-!”
He places a finger on your lip, shushing you and giving you a look of assurance as he mouths, “I got this.”
Once you give him an obedient nod, he turns his attention to your phone and places the phone speaker next to his mouth. “But. She’s getting eaten out by her roommate, Derek.”
From the other line you could hear a soft and brief ‘what’ come from Derek, but dennis was quick to speak before Derek could get another word out. “Now, I really wanna make my girl cum, but she can’t seem to focus with you bothering her, and I mean- wouldn’t you want this pretty girl to finish…?” Dennis pouts at you as his fingers trace up and down your thighs.
You hold your breath, watching as dennis hand inches down closer to your aching pussy; his fingers briefly teasing your opening.
A beat of silence, “Is this a fucking joke?”
“Afraid not,” dennis hums, slowly pushing two fingers inside of you and stretching out your gummy walls. His mouth gapes, stifling a moan that was in the back of his throat.
Your head falls back as dennis curls his fingers inside of you, pumping them slowly. A smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth, “Derek- it was really nice talking to you, but I think I have to go now, babe.” Dennis mocks the pet name before pressing the red hang up button on your phone.
He tosses your phone to the side and hovers over your body; he uses his free hand to cup your jaw and pull you into a deepening kiss while his fingers worked in and out of your sloppy hole.
Your sweet moans and cries were all swallowed up by him, “den- fuck- m’gonna come.” You gasp out, digging your nails into his forearm which was definitely gonna leave a mark later on.
“Come on baby, come on.” Dennis mumbles against your lips, pumping his fingers faster while his thumb plays with your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your orgasm hit you like a brick.
Every muscle in your body becomes tense and your vision becomes blurry, the only thing you could hear was dennis praising sweet words in your ear.
“Good girl, that’s my girl.” He coos in your ear as his fingers slow down and carefully pull out, covered in your juices. Your eyes flutter open just to see dennis with two of his fingers in his mouth— the same two fingers he had inside of you.
He takes in the taste of your juices before removing his fingers from his mouth with a soft moan, “den, don’t you think you were a little too… rough on the guy?” You huff out, still trying to catch your breath.
An airy laugh only falls from his mouth; he leans down and peck your lips while pushing your hair back from your slick forehead.
“How else was I gonna make him leave my girl alone?”
dennis whitaker you have bewitched me, body and soul.
You and Dr Abbot worked together when he was in the army. Even when you're on leave from training, you manage to find yourself covered in blood and in The Pitt.
Characters - Jack Abbot x Doctor!Reader, Robby, Whitaker, Dana, Princess and other staff.
Warnings - Blood, Medical inaccuracies, and general foul language.
Word Count - 1.8k
“Jack?” You called after noticing the familiar body, he straightened and took in the sight before him.
“Y/N?” He replied, you gave him a wave with two fingers, balancing yourself above the man as the ambulance crew turned him into the bay. You were aware of everyone watching you, wondering what you were doing.
“You know each other?” Someone asked, you nodded.
‘Yeah, meet a few times.” You told the group, and you watched as Robby stepped into the room.
“What have we got?” Robby asked, he and Jack moved in sync, tying the covers and pulling on the gloves.
“Well, I’m the first in from the multi-car pile-up, so be ready, sweet cheeks.” You said, he tilted his head and held eye contact with you.
“A twenty-nine-year-old decided to argue with the back end of a truck.” You rubbed your chin across the top of your arm, “I’m currently holding his heart in my hand.” Announcing it to the room, everyone stopped and looked at you.
“What?” A chorus sounded, a wide smile pulled at your lips as you
noticed the four file into the opposite side of the bed.
“His vitals are stable, given his condition. It's nice that you’ve taken on some interns." You commented. He and Robby shook their heads.
“Didn’t have much choice.” He grumbled, and you could imagine the hurt pass over their faces.
“Aw come on, you love having to teach.”
“You’ve stopped the bleeding?” He asked, changing the subject.
“Course.” You replied, he took in the blood that was spread across your arm and chest.
“Where is it coming from?” Robby questioned.
“Left anterior.” You said, looking at him.
“How?” Jack quizzed.
“His passenger decided to pull the rod out against advice,” You said, “So, I had to think quick.” You told them.
“How long have you been holding it?”
“Thirty minutes, aren’t you meant to be at home?” You asked Robby, noting the time. He raised his eyebrows as he nodded, Jack even looked at him.
“Think I’ll be staying a little longer.” He commented, and you nodded.
“I do enjoy your company, Robby.” You replied.
He rolled his eyes and moved to your right-hand side, and Jack moved to your left. Both of them looked into the wound. Feeling movement underneath your hand, you looked at the machines, the beeps quickening.
“Guys, can I ask what you should’ve done when we came in?” You asked, your shoulder was starting to pull.
“We did everything.”
“Nope.” You replied, feeling the muscle move around your finger.
“But he’s passed out.” One commented, Jack and Robby moved behind you, tying the cover over your ruined clothes.
“The heartbeat on the machine says otherwise.” You could hear the beats quicken, more frantic as his muscles twitched along his body.
“I hate to break it to you, newbies, but I’ve been keeping his heart full; it’s still pumping, so you’ll need it.” They looked at you, emotions dancing around their faces.
“Meds and sedation.” The boy said, watching as the girls whipped their heads to him.
“We have a winner,” you said, narrowing your eyes to see his badge, “Whitaker.” He straightened at the praise.
The patient relaxed as the nurses worked the magic behind you. Your head lifted, watching as his vitals came up. Now the pads had been connected.
“You want to stitch it up?” You asked, gaze settled in Whitaker, his eyes widened before his head snapped to Jack.
“Eyes on me, Whitaker, I’m the one talking.” You said, he looked back at you, a pink tinge covered the tips of his ears.
“Yes ma’am.” He mumbled, you nodded.
“Good. Grab what you’ll need and move up.” You motioned to a nurse who was pulling a tray in.
“How does he get to do it?” Someone asked, you dipped your head, feeling your shoulders tense.
“He knew the answer, all good boys get rewarded.” You replied.
“Y/N, focus.” Robby commented when he saw the redness spread over his intern's face. The others looked at you shocked.
“Oh, I am.” You sent a wink to Robby, and he shook his head and
“You got it?” He asked Jack, more people were being brought in, he nodded whilst focused on you.
“How should I stitch this?” Whitaker asked.
“You’ll need to do it around my finger, go opposite sides, so when it’s tight enough I can pull my finger free and you can pinch it.” You said calmly, watching his shaking hands, come forward.
“Whitaker, look at me.” You said, his eyes darting up, “Just you and me, ignore everyone else, ignore the machines.” You continued holding his eye contact.
“The blood has stopped, all you’re doing is putting a plaster on it.” You said, he held your eye contact before inhaling deeply.
When he exhaled, his gaze dropped to the wound, the heart exposed. You looked to Jack, his eyes watching as Whitaker stitched with ease. He knew you were good at grounding people, there had been many times you had taught in the field, medics experienced the panic of war.
“Can you stay and teach us?” One said in disbelief, you heard a scoff.
“He taught me that.” You gestured your free hand to Jack, he stood at the end of the bed, arms crossed, gaze focused
“You always were better than the teacher.” He said, the corner of his lips curved.
“I think you’re just trying to flatter me, Rabbit.” You told him, you noticed his eyes narrowed on you.
“Rabbit?”
“Oh, I’ve so much to tell these students.” You said with delight.
“Just focus on the one stitching around your finger.” He said, you chuckled and turned to Whitaker.
“How are we doing?”
“I’m almost there, you’ll need to remove your finger.” He told you, you hummed, leaning closer.
“Okay, I’m going to go slowly, allowing you to stitch under my finger, so when it’s free, you can tighten it. Okay?” You told him, watching as he focused on the muscle.
“Whitaker, words.”
“Yes, yeah I can do it.”
“There’s no doubting that.” You said, “Ready?”
“Yes.” He said, you nodded and slowly pulled your hand backwards.
Whitaker carefully threaded the needle through the muscle underneath. You tilted your head while slowly pulling your finger out. Listening to the machines, everyone in the room was silently watching.
“I’m going to remove my finger now.” You said, Whitaker nodded.
When you pulled your finger free, he easily pulled the thread and quickly tied a knot in it. Your head whipped to the machine, watching the numbers rise slightly before it steadied out.
“There you did it.” Using your non-bloody hand, you slapped his shoulder, and he looked at you giddily and laughed a little.
You stepped off the bed, rolling your shoulders and neck as the muscles eased up. Whitaker passed the bloodied equipment back to a nurse, you could see the adrenaline running throughout his system.
“What happened here?” Surgery asked, barging into the room as they took in your stained clothes and the others' awe and excitement.
“Whitaker just stitched a heart.”
“Come on,” Jack said, hand gently holding your elbow, “you need to be checked out.” You could feel his eyes move over you, searching for any injuries to yourself.
“I’m all good.”
“Y/N.” He said sternly.
“Jack.” You retorted, the pair of you held eye contact, silently challenging the other.
“I’m good, plus you’re gonna need help with incoming.” You told him, wriggling your fingers in front of him.
“Did Dana agree to it?”
“Ask her yourself.” You told him, motioning to the nurse's station.
He turned to look at her, allowing you to slip away from his grasp. “Dana?” he called. She looked up with an arched eyebrow.
“Abbot?”
“Have you already cleared Y/N?” He asked.
“Shouldn’t you ask that before she does that?” She quizzed, his eyebrows pinched together before he looked back to the space, then to where Dana was pointing. His head tilted back as he sighed, a smile fought it's way to the surface before he followed.
“You and Abbot seem to get along well.” Mateo stated, when you slid the beers onto the table, everyone reached in and grabbed one.
“Yeah, I’ve had a few people say that.” You commented, lifting your beer to your lips.
“Have you ever thought about dating?” Mateo asked, Robby choked on his intake of air.
“We did, a while ago, just couldn’t handle it, I guess.” You said, catching Robby’s eyes as he smirked.
“You could try again.” Princess suggested, you arched an eyebrow.
“You know he is married, right? Pretty sure he’s been wearing his ring most of the day.” You said, Mateo’s eyes narrowed before darting down to your hand, checking for a ring.
“Don’t you find it weird? Being so close with him?”
“Trust me, we were close before we started dating, so it was natural to fall back into it.” You said, taking a sip of your beer.
“What does his wife think about it?”
“She’s nice. She understands we went through war together but knows I wouldn’t touch him.” You said, Robby shook his head.
“Y/N?” Jack called, you turned to him before he tilted his head.
“Well,” you said, downing the last of your drink. “My ride is leaving, so I better go.” You pushed out of your seat, making your way past Robby. You patted his shoulder, and his tired eyes looked up at you.
“Don’t teach them your bad habits.” You joked, he scoffed.
“I think you did enough of that today.” He commented, you smiled brightly before walking towards Jack. You watched as he moved, his side resting against the railing.
“Why are you winding them up?” Jack asked, you shrugged your shoulders.
“Oh, they’ve been trying to set us up.” You told him, his eyebrows raised.
“Set us up?”
“Yeah, told them you have a wife, who completely adores you and is okay with us being so close together.” You repeated what you said, his eyes widened slightly before he smiled.
“You are a menace.” He said, moving on his feet uncontrollably, your eyebrows pinched.
“How’s the leg?” You quizzed.
“Fine.”
“Fine?” You asked, he nodded as you arched an eyebrow.
“You want to head home? I managed to get some shopping done before the shit show.” You told him, and he stepped closer, hand resting on your hip.
“You gotta be careful, spectators may think you’re cheating.” You told him, his head lowered as the corner of his lips jumped.
“Let them.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to yours, you chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Dr Abbot?” Someone called urgently, you pulled back. Jack followed you, kissing your lips before he turned.
“I’m trying to have a moment with my wife, can I do that?” He asked, his grip tightened on your hip as you turned. Shock covered everyone’s face, except Robby, who had the widest smile you’ve seen from him in a while.
“Ehh, yes sir.” He replied shyly.
“Good.”
So I was going to write an intox kink fic where Shane is the one that gets all dopey and desperate but. but.
Ilya is usually very composed during sex. And I need to see him under the influence and absolutely losing his mind over Shane. Either weed or molly, to be precise.
I need desperate uncharacteristic whimpering and whining and nuzzling and babbling
Feel free to share your thoughts 🤘
the way i immediately paused my music for this bc this requires ALL my attention oh my god. “share your thoughts” sir my thoughts are horny lol
okay so i’m writing this part now AFTER i wrote everything and um. rowan😳. hiiiiii😀. idk what happened🫥. i think ilya rozanov like fucking possessed me or something. i have no idea if this is what you wanted but he wanted it bad enough for both of y’all ig. here’s my stab at intox subby ilya.
also tldr bc it’s fucking LONG: he has the time of his life.
i’ve never done molly but i’ve smoked weed and been gay so like. lemme stick w what i know best.
it’s not rare for ilya to smoke, like he does it on the off season, whenever he’s injured, every once in a while he’ll smoke just to wind down after a particularly brutal loss. he’s also not a stranger to high sex, that’s basically the only time him and sasha ever fucked around, him and sveta have done it a few times too. he won’t lie and say he’s the most experienced ever, but he’s no stranger.
so that’s why it takes him by surprise when shane gets him high. like first of all why the fuck is this basically virgin of everything from no where canada holding his own??? this kid does NOT smoke??? or yk. maybe in no where canada ofc he fucking smokes what else is there. regardless. shane is composed, in control, happy as all hell to just be here with some stupid movie playing in the background. giving ilya soft little smiles as they talk ab nothing. having no clue that with every inhale ilya is losing his fucking mind.
i think. like. rowan, you KNOW we have to have shane pull the “have you ever shotgunned?” right?? i’m sorry it’s a must, ilya rozanov himself is holding a gun to my head rn forcing me to do it. so shane does, softest little voice like he’s trying to soothe him. and ilya laughs but gets so fucking hard he gets dizzy from it. and then shane’s hands are on ilyas hips and then his thighs, manhandling him until he’s in his lap. probably the first time shane’s ever manhandled him and it makes ilya feel like he’s gonna pass the fuck out. he can’t remember ever being this turned on.
and he’s already 20 seconds away from begging for it. he’s never begged for it. he’s never begged for anyone. the closest he’s ever gotten to that was trying to get shane to stay that one time when ilya had the misfortune of being roomed next to mr cockblock (scott hunter). but he’s already breathing heavily as shane takes a hit off their third shared joint of the evening. he’s gasping and his nails are digging into shane’s shoulders as he licks into ilyas mouth, feeding him the smoke. he’s actually fucking whimpering as shane pulls back.
he’s never whimpered in his life btw. he’s taken full, closed fist hits to the face, kicks to the ribs, he’s been beat more than he’d like to admit and never ONCE had a whimper fallen from his lips. but like now. when he’s in shane’s lap and not the other way around. when shane has a grip on his hair and is in control of where his head goes, when he gets to kiss him, when he gets to smoke. his brain is hazy. like a thick syrupy fog has settled. it only gets worse (or better) when he trails his hands down shane’s body, only for him to grab his wrists in one hand and hold them to his chest, his other still holding the joint as he takes another hit to give to ilya.
that’s when ilya starts really losing it (he lost it long before this but like. his ego.) after shane feeds him the next hit he’s whining, begging to fuck him. and shane just sits there, watching the show with so much desire in his eyes and a grin on his face. ilya can feel that he’s hard too, which only frustrates him more. the roles are usually reversed, he doesn’t know how he lost control this time but he’s way too far gone to even figure out if he wants to complain ab it.
he’s grinding down mindlessly, trying to get any friction and vaguely humiliated, like he’s getting himself off like a dog humping someone’s leg. then he’s confused ab why that makes his dick leak even more. and then shane’s grabbing his jaw, forcing him to look at him, the unlit end of the joint that’s between his fingers brushing his face gently.
ugh imagine if shane jokes ab ilya being able to cum untouched like this. just from shotgunning. ilya would be so fucking taken aback bc you know shane would have no clue the manhandling and the control he has would be what’s doing it for him. but ilya would have much bigger fish to fry bc “wtf do you mean i can’t fuck you after this?? like do you hate me?”
ofc ilya has no where near the amount of brain power you’d need to be able to argue all that. he just gets a little teary eyed, looking at shane like he’s the meanest man to ever exist, and shakes his head as he tries to lean in to kiss him. shane relents, laughed a little before letting ilya desperately lick into his mouth, suck on his tongue and nip at his lips all he wants.
ilya has lost all awareness of time and space, all he knows is shane, how to make him laugh and look at him with those big beautiful brown eyes and how to make him feel good. but next thing he knows he’s being pushed back away from mouthing at shane’s next, forcing a whine from deep in his chest. he’s ab to start complaining when shane cuts him off, finally seeming affected by all of this as he pants out asking if he can ride ilya, who thinks maybe he blacks out at even the thought of it so like. obv all he can do is nod like a possessed bobble head. he thinks maybe he’s saying please a lot, maybe over and over again, but then shane’s got his hands under his thighs and is flipping them over so effortlessly.
for the first time in a very, very long time, ilya thinks ab bottoming as he’s on his back and shane’s in between his thighs. he thinks ab feeling him so deep in his guts he won’t be able to walk up straight tomorrow.
he doesn’t even realize he’s kept his hands together, where shane put them, without needing to be told to until shane smiles brightly at him, now straddling him, and moves his hands up above his head. he squeezes them once to let him know to keep them there, which makes ilyas breath hitch and a quiet whimper leave his lips as he nods. he can’t remember ever being in this position. even the few times he’d subbed he’d never been this far gone before having his dick touched.
then shane’s hands are on him, slowly drifting down his body. mixing feather light touches that almost tickle with the scrape of nails and the pinching of nipples. with every brush of shane’s hands ilya feels his thoughts drift further and further away. shane’s giving him praise, the kind of praise ilya usually gives him. so many little “so good” and “fuck you’re so hot like this” “look at you” and every single one feels like a punch right to ilyas chest.
ilya is distantly aware he’s babbling, saying shane’s name maybe one too many times, begging him to touch him, begging him to make him cum. every word off his tongue feels thick and heavy. he realizes, somewhere deep in his brain that’s covered in too much haze to really mean anything, that he might not be speaking in english. he tries to claw his way out of the fog just enough to really see the look on shane’s face, see if he looks confused at all.
shane of course ruins it by finally wrapping his hand around ilyas dick and giving it a tight, firm stroke. ilyas head is thrown back, all comprehensible thought ab what language he’s speaking goes with it. shane’s thumb circles the head, presses into the slit and that’s enough to have ilya arching, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he cums harder than he ever has in his life. his orgasm wracks through his body like a fucking earthquake, sending shockwave after shockwave that feel strong enough to decimate entire cities.
by the time he feels like he can open his eyes again he’s still shaking, every muscle in his body feels like it’s turned into dry, solid cement, so stuck in place like it’s been there for generations. he registers shane smiling down at him with a look in his eye like he just witnessed the first ever supernova anyone’s seen in person with their own two eyes. maybe that’s kinda what ilya feels like, like a supernova went off in his body.
he’s mumbling out apologies, at least some of them are in english he thinks bc shane is rubbing a hand up and down his sides, telling him it’s okay, that he did so good and pressing gentle kisses all over his face.
it makes ilya sigh, something loosening in his chest but he knows he’s not done. knows he’s not ready to leave whatever the fuck this place is. he pushes shane back, not stopping at shane’s reluctance, just keeps pushing him back and off of him until he’s on his back and ilya has his face in his crotch, nuzzling against his, sadly, clothed dick.
shane has to help him push them down, his body still feeling too heavy to make his fingers work properly, but then shane’s dick is in his mouth, down his throat and he’s swallowing around him and he feels perfect. he feels amazing. he feels like they could tell him he’s never allowed to play hockey again and he wouldn’t give a shit ab it. because fuck hockey, maybe this is what his purpose in life is.
it’s undoubtedly the sloppiest blowjob he’s ever given. just like absolutely messy. he’s not taking any care to make this look pretty. all he can focus on is seeing shane lose it. he knows though that those muffled whimpers and whines aren’t coming from shane. between sucking and licking and kissing, all he can do is whine ab how bad he wants shane to cum down his throat or over his face. he’ll be happy with either one. and also maybe sad because it’s not both.
shane opts for down his throat, forcing ilyas head all the way down his dick until his nose is buried in his pubes, until he can’t breathe and all his awareness narrows all his senses are just shane, until he chokes just enough to make his dick hard again.
his eyes are watery when shane pulls him off, he already has a pathetic, whiny plea half way out by the time shane pulls him back onto the coach and lays him down again. he strips off his clothes and straddles ilya.
it’ll embarrass him later to know that he’s so wet shane can ride him with no lube. but for now??? for now he’s elated that he doesn’t have to wait a second longer for shane to sink down on his dick. it feels better than heaven, it feels like coming home. it makes the fog clear ever so slightly, enough for him to really see shane as his head drops back and he lets himself go. good, ilya never wants to miss this part, it’s his favorite.
one of shane’s hands is holding himself steady while the other one comes up to squeeze and knead at ilyas tits. ilyas hands find shane’s hips. he’s completely useless with guiding him, but it’s grounding, to hold onto him through this. as he has his way with him. that thought alone shoots through ilya like a fucking bullet.
his nails dig into shane’s thighs, he doesn’t think he’s been able to be quiet this entire time but as he feels his stomach start to clench and his thighs tremble he thinks he might be yelling. he’s definitely louder he knows that. he also knows it’s an endless stream of “please please let me cum please oh god oh shane”
when shane tells him to cum, it’s like a damn bursts. his whole body shakes through it, his head is thrown back so hard he might have to worry ab whiplash when his thoughts finally come back to him, he’s holding onto shane so tight it’s going to leave bruises. his mouth dropped open on a silent scream that’s ripped out of him almost painfully.
he has no idea how long he’s up in space, but he floats back down into his body with shane still on top of him, his hands cradling his head like he’s something precious to protect. his thumbs are wiping tears off his cheeks, he should be surprises he was crying but hes pretty sure he just met god in a gay canadian hockey players body so nothing really surprises him.
shanes whispering all the right things to him as he turns his head and nuzzles into his palm. smiling down on him that feels like the first warm ray of sun after a long, bitterly cold winter. they'll have to talk ab this eventually, have to figure out what this was. what this means. if it means anything. but for now, ilya just wants to soak up every bit of warmth shane will give him, and shane thankfully doesn't look like hes going anywhere.
Im getting ahead of myself here but somehow I need to this third book to end with Shane and Ilya leading the Centaurs to the Finals and it’s against Montreal. I need them to absolutely DESTROY Montreal together and then we get a shot of Shane and Ilya skating up to each other with big smiles and embracing each other, which would we a beautiful bookend to how it all started with their relationship both on and off the ice. No longer rivals, they reached the mountain top and they did it TOGETHER.
